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Scissors Sisters - Chapter Eleven - By: Beverly Taff
List of Characters.
Me: Peter(Now Petra);
Susan(Susie): My mother;
Grandma: My granny;
Aunty Pauline: My mother's twin sister;
Charlotte: My younger sister(By one year);
Persephone & Stephanie: My younger twin sisters(By 3 years);
Emily & Judith: My twin cousins(2 days younger than I me);
Janice: Grandma's live in maid;
Uncle Reggie: Grandma Brother and a Baron;
David: Emily's husband;
Jack: My boss at work. (A Closet transvestite.);
Henry and Penelope: My and Judith's twin children;
Susan and Jane: Emily and David's children, my nieces;
Jaunita: A Lesbian Plumber;
Marina: A Lesbian electrician;
Charlie: A Gay Carpenter;
Eddie: A Gay Bricklayer;
Samantha: Lady Lawyer that joins the team.
` Scissors Sisters - Chapter Eleven
After several more baby-making sessions, Samantha's fertile cycle ended
and we all sat back to await events. Naturally everybody was on 'tenter-
hooks' and then disappointed when Samantha reported that she had started
her menstrual cycle. After the second session however, our efforts
were successful. After ten weeks, Samantha emerged from the clinic
grinning like the cat that got the cream. We were all waiting in the
clinic's foyer and squealed with delight when she emerged to confirm her
success, - our success.
The receptionist looked up and grinned innocently thinking that we were
just a gang of friends celebrating our friend's success. She was of
course mostly right although she little realised that the striking, large
breasted 'girl' in the mini-skirted, pink twin-set was in fact the
father. The receptionist had simply assumed that because the pink twin-
set was celebrating the most that she was the silliest bimboish friend in
the group. She wagged her head and resumed filling in some forms as we
drove off to celebrate.
In the car Juanita and Marina were sharing the middle row of seats with
me while Judith and Samantha sat up front and the children shared the
capacious area in the back. Juanita had to ask, for she knew all about
the twins thing in Judith and my family.
"Are you having twins then?"
Samantha hugged herself ecstatically and replied, "The specialist isn't
sure. The scan is not clear enough yet. He thinks there might be but I'm
to come back in four weeks."
"Aaahh, I theenk twins yess," declared Juanita confidently as she patted
my tummy. "Thees girly boy, she make plenty babies!"
"Yeah," added Marina, "and shee make plenty milk. You see!"
With this remark, Marina squeezed my boobs and caused me to squeal with
pleasure pain as she gently pinched my prominent nipples through the
flimsy material of my chemise and balconette bra.
"Ouch. That hurts you minx!" I squealed as I retaliated in kind.
Marina however was wearing a bra with formed cups and it proved
impossible to get a proper grip on her nipples. She grinned victoriously
as my efforts failed.
Samantha grinned like a Cheshire cat as she watched the scene through the
vanity mirror. She was secretly hoping for twins to get the whole issue
of children over in one go.
Don't get me wrong, Samantha loved kids but her career was vital to her.
As a newly soon-to-be single mum, it would be much easier to get the two
point four thing out of the way in one fell swoop. The extra bonus of
having a wet-nurse for a father to her babies added a delicious dimension
to her lesbian fantasies. I didn't know it then but Samantha was all
for my nursing my babies. The very idea made her damp between the thighs.
Juanita noticed Samantha's sensuous squirming and realised that Marina's
little game with my nipples had turned Samantha on. She reached behind my
head and tapped Marina on the shoulder inviting her to attend to my left
nipple as she gently gripped my right nipple. I squeaked under the double
assault and squirmed ecstatically until Henry and Penelope noticed the
disturbance in the middle seat.
"What's going on?" demanded Penelope as she and Henry leaned curiously
over the back of the seat to catch Juanita and Marina's naughty assault
on my breasts.
I froze with shock and the lesbians whipped their hands away but it was
obvious that both Henry and Penelope had seen the game. Fortunately
Samantha's sharp legal mind thought up an immediate explanation. She
explained that she was going to have a baby, and that because I was the
daddy, Juanita and Marina were checking to see if I would be OK to feed
the baby with my breasts when it arrived.
On the spur of the moment, it was as good an explanation as we could
dream up but Henry remained curious. Looking over the back seat, he could
see right down my blouse into my cleavage and he recognise my stiff
swollen nipples that had responded so eagerly to Juanita and Marina's
assault. There was no disguising the thimble-sized nubbins standing
proudly under my silky chemise. My balconette bra only served to
exaggerate their condition as they pushed my breasts up and out thus
making my nipples available for inspection.
Henry innocently accepted the obvious invitation and reached down to
finger one nipple while Penelope followed suit with the other. I squealed
with surprise as two pairs of unexpected little hands reached down from
behind and fingered the inviting buds.
"Eeek! Stop that you little tinkers! Get off!"
Both Judith and Samantha noticed the action in their mirrors and
simultaneously shouted.
"Stoppit! You naughty kids!"
The twins immediately withdrew their invading hands and I gasped with
relief as I tried to somehow cover up my aroused state by tugging the
lapels of my all too small pink jacket. It was a pointless attempt. The
jacket was nipped to the waist whilst cut away up top to allow my breasts
their full freedom. The chemise was supposed to provide whatever modesty
was required. The balconette bra had been a silly choice but I was stuck
with it until I got to change it. My aroused nipples now stuck out like
organ stops and invited attention. The worst was we had arranged to go to
the mall to start buying for the baby shower.
I would have to walk around the mall with my nipples screaming, 'Look at
us!' Come and grope us! Look! We're stiff and horny, come and give us a
squeeze!'
I cried my protests about going into the mall but the arrangements had
been pre-arranged. All the other girls were adamant I would have to come
along.
"Let that be a lesson to you, you naughty boy," scolded Judith, "Next
time wear a sensible bra."
"Boys don't wear bras," piped up Henry, "my daddy's a girl, not a boy!"
A deafening silence descended over us as we exchanged embarrassed smiles.
Henry was growing up.
"But girls are nicer than boys, interjected Penelope. Only girls can have
babies and feed them milk."
Henry fell silent. This baffled him. He was beginning to realise there
was something very different about his daddy. He had seen his own daddy
feeding his younger sisters from his own breasts. It was just so
confusing.
Sensibly, we adults let the issue lie. It wouldn't be long before Henry
started asking more questions. The tactic was to simply answer each
question as it came and not try to elaborate.
As expected I sensed every eye staring at my nipples as we crossed the
main foyer of the mall and I was grateful to slip into a lingerie shop to
buy a suitable bra. Even the woman in the lingerie shop could not help
noticing my condition and nodded knowingly as I searched the racks for a
suitable replacement. As I tried it on she asked inquisitively from
behind the door.
"Will you be wearing it out of here?"
"Yes," I answered monosyllabically, a little peeved that she had seen fit
to make her observations known.
Finally I joined the others and they nodded approvingly at the formed
cups of my new bra that hid all trace of my nipples. Later as we drank
our coffees, Samantha broached the subject of my breast-feeding any
children she bore. I was reluctant to agree to it at first because I was
still suspicious of Samantha's legal background but eventually I made a
provisional commitment. After all, I was their daddy and as a self-made
entrepreneur, my time was increasingly my own.
Samantha, as an employee of the city council, was still clock tied. In
the end, the arrangements turned out much like the arrangements with my
other children. Samantha's son and daughter were placed in Maria's
cr?che where I breast fed them regularly because I was around the area
all day as the mills and warehouses underwent development. I had become
quite blas? about breast-feeding and quite openly fed Samantha's babies
in front of my own. By now however, Henry and Penelope were beginning to
get curious and one afternoon the inevitable remarks cropped up.
Henry had been talking to some friends at the kindergarten where he
learned that daddies did not normally feed their babies with milk from
their own breasts. Fortunately he asked Judith and me before he asked
his kindergarten teacher about it and we were able to head the innocent
questions off. Because of the preponderance of unmarried career mothers
who availed themselves of the kindergarten, there were only two other
children in the class who actually had fathers living with them, so the
father image was rather blurred for most children.
Another delightful side effect was that my nipples had become more
sensitive with the frequent breast-feeding. I found myself getting
increasingly horny with each group of babies. Suckling Samantha's
children caused me to orgasm during most early morning feeds and
sometimes even during the day. During this time I was compelled to wear
panty liners and my squirms of delight became quite noticeable to Maria
as she supervised my mothering duties and smiled knowingly.
"You like being the mamma, yes?" smiled Maria one morning as my movements
became particularly evocative.
"Mmm," I gasped as I squeezed my thighs together and tried to suppress
the growing sensations in my stumpy.
"I'ss nice feeding babies yes?" she pressed.
I nodded absently as my feelings distracted me but Maria was not to be
diverted. She sat beside me and placed her hand on my thigh as I
struggled to avert the approaching orgasm. Phillip and Chloe already
sensed the approaching orgasm for my increasing heartbeat had forewarned
them.
They began to suck harder in the innocent knowledge that not only my seed
erupted but my milk flow also increased in flow when the spasms engulfed
me. Maria was intrigued by the increasing aura of occasion as I started
to jerk spasmodically.
"Aiyee. You clever girly-boyee!" squeaked Maria. "Now I see why you like
breast feeding, you horny girl!"
I sagged back against the large cushions of the sofa and gasped languidly
as my urges ebbed and the twins savoured the last vestiges of increased
flow. Maria stared down hungrily as I recovered my breath. Then Chloe
turned her head away from my right nipple to indicate she was finished. I
gave a squeak of disappointment because my milk was not yet finished and
my right nipple continued to pump milk as Maria released Chloe from my
embrace and placed her in the cot. She returned to attend to me as I
struggled to contain the excess milk.
Maria's eyes widened with curiosity and lust.
"Mamma Mia! Petra! You like dairy cow."
"Yeah tell me about it. Can you fetch the breast pump?" I sighed as
Phillip continued on my left breast.
Maria continued staring and grinned.
"Boys always greedy!"
I smiled agreement.
"Yeah, but it's his right. Every baby has a right to mother's milk."
"Or daddy's milk," added Maria as her grin widened immensely.
I giggled and nodded as I tried to attend my other nipple single-handed.
"Can you go and get that breast pump?"
Maria wagged her head apologetically.
"No, i'ss broken, another mother dropped it yesterday. I get new one this
afternoon."
"This afternoon's no good. I need expressing now!" I snapped, "How can I
stop this? Breast pads won't absorb all this! Look at my right breast!
I'm spurting like a cow."
Maria's grin would have split her face if it had grown any wider. She
whispered softly.
"I be'e your calf. Maybe?"
For a moment I didn't get the jist of her suggestion. Breast-feeding and
all the hormones had blunted my senses and I didn't get her drift. Then
it dawned upon me. Maria wanted to try my milk. For long seconds I just
gaped at her but the ache in my breast was getting unbearable. Unless I
somehow relieved the pain I felt my breast would burst! Dammit! I needed
the breast pump urgently and there wasn't one. I dared not let my self
become angry for this seemed to translate itself into my milk and the
babies picked up on it immediately. For another long silent period I
tried to figure out a solution but could find none and the pressure was
becoming unbearable. It would have to be Maria.
I sighed then nodded reluctantly as Maria sensed success. Her grin turned
to a huge smile and she settled down on the sofa beside me as she grabbed
a cushion on which to rest her head. Once comfortable, she manoeuvred her
head and smiled contentedly as she gently took my stiff engorged pink
nipple in her lips. After a few tentative sucks she got the hang of it
as I whispered a warning.
"Suck gently and don't you dare bite!"
She gazed upwards into my eyes and nodded agreement before her eyes
closed and her head settled luxuriously onto the cushion on my lap. I
looked down into her contented face and smiled wonderingly. I wondered
what torments this girl from a broken home must have suffered that she
still felt a need to be breast-fed in her late teens.
'God knows what awful childhoods some children must have led,' I
wondered.
I also found the big cushion more comfortable for me to support Phillip
and wondered why I had never thought of it before. Phillip seemed much
more contented now that his bottom and back were doubly supported.
Within a few minutes Phillip was full and Maria had exhausted my right
nipple. Phillip burped contentedly but Maria sighed disappointedly as
she placed him beside Chloe in the cot. As she turned to me she caught me
still tending to the excess milk in my left breast. Her hopes showed in
her eyes as she approached.
"You sti'ill go' milk?"
"Some," I replied as I recognised her hopes and consented. "OK then,
being as there's no breast pump."
Maria grinned again and rearranged the cushion to lie the other way as
she gently popped my left nipple into her mouth and savoured the last
cupful. Eventually she had emptied both breasts and she sat up beside me
as she pressed up close to me and rested her head on my shoulder.
"You a lucky boy." She sighed.
"Don't I know it!" I agreed as I gently wiped my nipples and spooned my
breasts back into their nursing cups.
"Can I always help you with milk?" she asked hopefully.
"Why Maria? You're nineteen! I thought you should have been weaned by
now."
She turned serious.
"I was foundling! No mama, no papa. Nuns took me in. No milk no love.
Always strict and always plenty rules. I escape, then wetback, then
social workers find me. Plenty trouble. You my mama now!"
I was nonplussed.
"But surely, Juanita and Marina, they're your friends.
Maria fell silent then pulled another wry smile.
"Yeah, they make good friends but they no mamma, no milk. You make good
mamma, plenty milk."
"But Maria, what happens when I've weaned Phillip and Chloe?"
"When they weaned, I am weaned. Simple."
I realised that Maria had thought this through. I only intended to feed
Phillip and Chloe for a year but this was common knowledge amongst us
all. Maria obviously now hoped to indulge my breasts for the full term. I
fell silent and Maria took this as some sort of consent. That evening I
told Judith. She shrugged her shoulders casually.
"It's your milk love. Do with it as you want."
"But what about our children? I've always used the milk pump to tap off
the excess and made it available to our children if they want it on their
morning cereal."
"They can use dairy milk. They're not starving are they?"
"Neither is Maria," I countered.
"She is for mother love. Breast-feeding is all about mother love."
"So what if I let Henry or Penelope or Jane and Julie suckle again?"
"You can't. They might spill the beans. They're only young. Maria knows
not to talk and provided you do it in the privacy of Maria's nursing room
at the back of the cr?che, nobody will know."
"So you acknowledge that it's wrong then," I replied.
"I don't think it's wrong. Maria is desperate for some sort of motherly
affection but if the social workers got hold of it you know what they're
like; what with you being a mummy daddy and all. With our own children
the social workers might take action, but Maria is a consenting adult."
Secretly I was relieved. The idea of having a beautiful nineteen-year-old
girl suckling at my breasts intrigued me, especially as it was tantamount
to therapy. Having mentioned it to Judith, I felt I had fulfilled all
my moral obligations to her. Judith was my wife and had definite rights
to agree as to who and who should not have access to my body or my milk.
If Judith was happy to give consent then it as purely a matter between
Maria, Judith and me.
Samantha, after all, had only entered into a civil agreement for me to
father and then breast feed her babies. She had no suzerainty over my
body or other rights. Maria would therefore be allowed to suckle.
The following morning I arrived at the cr?che with swollen breasts
demanding to be milked. Maria immediately noticed as she helped me
attach? Samantha's babies to my breasts.
"Oooh! You full this morning, plenty of milk!"
I smiled affectionately and intimated that Maria could share some after
the babies were fed. She gave a huge smile and skipped happily away to
attend to the other babies whilst I lay propped up with cushions on the
nursing sofa as the babies took their fill. Once the first morning feeds
were completed for all the babies, Maria arranged for the two assistants
to take the babies out to the park and once the cr?che was empty, she
immediately presented herself for second helpings. Eagerly she lay on the
sofa beside me with her head supported on a cushion on my lap and happily
indulged in tapping off the last of my milk. As she lay happily suckling
away I looked down and gazed into her deep brown eyes.
"Happy?" I asked.
She smiled and nodded then her eyes closed. Maria was in seventh heaven.
This was to become a routine for the next twelve months until I had
weaned Samantha's babies. It was the best-kept secret in Maria's life for
nobody could discover us. The essential security at the cr?che
necessitated that everybody had to clear two security locks before
gaining access to the cr?che. Whenever we indulged, there would be plenty
of warning of anybody approaching the cr?che including the assistants
returning from the park or a riverside walk. Maria's 'therapy' went
undiscovered for the whole twelve months.
Nevertheless I was relieved when we had finally weaned Samantha's
children Phillip and Chloe before Henry and Penelope finally entered
junior school. They were the last of my children that I would suckle.
Besides, I always felt a little self-conscious about breast-feeding my
sons. I supposed it was the twisting of the father-son thing. It was hard
to think that those dear little babies who drank my milk would perhaps
one day be my strapping sons. How would Henry or Phillip react when they
were older and began to realise that their soft curvy affectionate daddy
would become an embarrassment to them at school. I was saddened when
Henry and Phillip finally realised for themselves that they would
inviting trouble if the openly admitted that their dad was a feminised
transvestite. It was just one of the many tribulations that trannies had
to suffer if they were not to remain in the closet.
As Henry then Phillip each entered junior school I was forever condemned
to take a low profile, back seat in their schooling. Indeed, for the
boy's sakes, even their sisters had to pretend that their fathers were
absent and their mothers were single mothers.
Still it had its compensations in other areas. Outside of school, I
became their soccer and hockey 'aunty' and indulged myself on the
sidelines screeching support as any parent would. Thus it went for my
children all the way through junior and then high school. In public, I
was not to foster a true and open relationship with my boys again until
they went to college and were old enough to deal with the issues.
In my business affairs however, my fortunes went from strength to
strength. The gay village scene had taken off big time and my warehouses
were soon fully occupied. It was a delightful victory for me one day when
a new mayor was elected and arrived unexpectedly at the gay caf? where I
regularly took my morning coffee. I usually did this alone and it was
were I did my thinking. I looked up to unexpectedly find a lady standing
in front of me and she smiled. I recognised her as the newly elected
mayor from all the hype and publicity of the recent election.
Despite my being fully en'femme I was still technically a man so I
extended the gentlemanly courtesies. I stood up to welcome her to my
table. She smiled as she recognised my courtesy then took her place
opposite me. This impressed me because it was in full view from the
street.
"So what would such an illustrious lady want with an 'ever-so-'umble'
wretch like me?" I asked softly.
She came straight to the point.
"There's another new development being mooted the other side of the
stockyards."
"So?" I wondered aloud.
"It's not a welcome development. The city has other plans for that site."
"So, block the plans," I suggested.
"It's not that easy. It's a national retail chain and they've got
powerful political backers."
"So? You're the council, you can just block it."
"It's not that easy. They've done this in other towns. Whenever the town
has tried to block their plans they simply appeal it to the state
governor and win their appeal. It's all about big money. The governor
takes a back-hander and they win their appeal. It's either that or they
appeal so many times it becomes too expensive to keep contesting the
appeal. Several towns and smaller cities have succumbed to this constant
pressure. These people are rich!"
"So why me?"
"We think we've found a loophole."
I sat silent and waited for her to elaborate. She signaled for two more
coffees then explained.
"They've bought most of the site but there are two small plots that are
still outstanding."
"Well buy them up."
"We can't do that."
I raised a single eyebrow and she recognised my expression.
"If the city buys the plots, they might be shown to be prejudicing the
issues. Then the whole application would have to go to appeal and they
would win."
I had already grasped the jist and I sighed, "So why is the present owner
holding on to them?"
"She agrees with the city. The site was earmarked for a new sports
stadium and a park. God knows, this city is short of parks. These people
want to build another mall and some more houses."
"In direct competition with the present development," I finished.
"Exactly," continued the mayor. "Now that the city has spent millions
improving the flood protection and road network not to mention the rapid
transit line, these people come in and want to take advantage of the
access. Their site has become prime land."
"Well if this guy is holding on to his property, you're safe. It won't go
ahead."
"That's the problem, the widow in question is very ill since her husband
passed away and she's at death's door. Their two sons were killed in the
Vietnam War and there's no other traceable issue. Her estate goes to
probate when she dies."
I realised that the courts were bound legally to find the best price they
could for the estate and that meant the national supermarket chain would
easily outbid any other potential buyers. The city would be accused of
being irresponsible if they tried to outbid the developers and in any
case, the supermarket chain probably had more money. I sighed wearily.
The city was looking for somebody to buy the plots directly from the
widow.
"So you want me to approach this widow woman?"
The mayor nodded as she sipped her coffee.
"So why don't you find some other rich property owner?" I asked.
"There's nobody to trust. This widow thinks they'll only sell the plots
on after she's sold them for a modest sum."
"So why me?"
"She's seen what you did with the factories and warehouses here. She
likes it and she thinks you're a sympathetic person."
"So the only person that this old bat trusts and you for that matter, is
an effeminate transvestite with a previous conviction for fiscal
impropriety and a deportation order served upon her."
The mayor nodded self-consciously. I was pretty sure that she and her
entourage would have checked my background pretty thoroughly.
Furthermore, I remembered with no small resentment, that she had not been
very complimentary about the gay village during her campaign. My
summation of my failings was a pretty good indicator of where the city
had sunk to if I was their last straw. The mayor also knew this. I shook
my head with resignation.
"Jeeze! The politics in this town just got smellier," I sighed softly.
The mayor stiffened but said nothing. She knew my observations were true
so she tried another tack.
"If this chain build their mall, it'll be in direct competition to our
development on the old stockyard site. The housing development will also
affect your apartments."
"All my apartments are let," I corrected her.
"Yeah, but if those apartments go ahead, they'll be in direct competition
with yours and ours. Our development is I-pads and different from your
two or three bed-roomed apartments. Their plans show that over two
hundred apartments will be two or three bedrooms, not to mention their I-
pads. We'll both be clobbered."
I sipped at my coffee thoughtfully. My feelers had already discovered
that these proposed new apartments would be much cheaper than mine
because the new-builds were built to a lower standard. I could possibly
lose tenants to the lower rents. This was a real self-interest issue but
I was still searching for the mayor's hidden agenda. Politicians could be
as slippery as pre-cum and just as furtive. I decided to probe further.
"Has this old widow given any indication of what she wants for these
plots?"
"Couple of million dollars," replied the mayor.
"Shit! Where d'you think I can rustle up that sort of loose change?"
"That's where we come in," she replied with a smile like a crocodile.
"Go on," I prompted waiting for the snap of the trap springing.
"Well, we could arrange a moratorium on your city taxes for a year."
"That'd be illegal," I replied, implying that I was not about to put my
head into some sort of legal noose again."
"Don't you trust us?" protested the mayor.
I gave her an old look and held her in my gaze for long seconds. Once
bitten, twice shy was my guiding principle. After a long stony silence I
decided to ease up on the mayor. I had a stronger financial hand, but she
and the city council could play a stronger legal suit. They could make it
awfully difficult for the gay clubs if they wanted. Frequent inspections,
health and safety, fire checks, alcohol licensing; there were a dozen
ways to drive a business under. I would have to play a cautious hand. The
trouble was, I had very little time. The old widow was apparently at
death's door.
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